There is a time, there was always a time when we believed. And there is always a time when we make the choice. At the end of it all we were always the one to blame and no one else. We comfort ourselves with the thought that there’s a reason. A lover that betrayed us. A relationship that jaded us. A person that broke us. But I guess we all choose in the end. We all decided to be broken. It may have taken us a month, a year, a relationship or whatever but we all came to the point when we woke up one morning and told ourselves that it isn’t and can’t be worth it. And we locked away our hearts and barricaded it. That’s how we got the splinters, that’s how we broke ourselves.
If you pay enough attention, you’ll see us everywhere. You’ll see how we smile just a bit different, how our eyes look just a bit further away, how we are always there and somewhere else at the same time.
And when we see each other we just know. We don’t ask, we don’t tell, we don’t talk about it. Like the proverbial elephant in the room, we just know it is there. We take comfort in knowing that we are not alone and then we go on our separate ways, flittering away the remaining embers of the hope that one day we might believe again. That someday we’ll be whole again.